He didn't make the team. Three days of tryouts, drills, and tired bones. Three days of holding my breath every time he took the field. Optimism has turned to defeat. And I can't fix it. When he was little, and broke his Thomas the Tank Engine train track, I fixed it. When he scraped his… Continue reading When You Can’t Fix Things
High school baseball tryouts were yesterday. I know this, because for the past few weeks my oldest has been asking if I've signed him up for it. Even after I printed off the registration, handed it to him, and found all of his gear, placing it on his bed. Make no mistake - I signed… Continue reading Leave the Heels, Take the Bat.
My son is getting ready for his Freshman semi-formal right now. I've been asking him for weeks if he needed anything for the dance; a new shirt, pants...a hair cut maybe? Nope. He was 'all set' - until this morning. Just 12 hours before the dance. "I need a shirt. Oh, and a tie." That… Continue reading Getting Ready for the Dance